3
I opened the door to the suite and my jaw hit the carpeted floor. The room was massive, with a parlor set in the right-hand corner closest to the door and a writing desk complete with a small library on the opposite side. In the middle and against the back wall stood a bed with posts thicker than my arms and a lace curtain that hid the interior like warm fog on a summer’s morning. The third-floor windows looked out on the wooded area, but I could just make out a stone path that wound its way up the mountain.
I paused on the threshold of the room and looked left and right. “There’s only one bed,” I commented.
“Were you expecting something else?” Asher asked in his I’m-not-innocent voice as he walked over to the desk. He ran his hand along the top and rubbed his fingers together.
